User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20160208013348/@comment-26538658-20160209005721

An aging squirrel looked at everybeast's piles before clearing his throat. "Let's see, um, reds for elevensies, blues for nines, greens for eights, yellows for.."

''A burly hedgehog slammed his ist onto the table. ''"No, no, no, you old fool! Reds should be for fifteens!"

''A mole raised his paw. ''"Howsabout we'm be playin' reds fer twelvesies? Oi think that'll be'm fair t' everybeast."

''Soon, everybeast was calling out numbers at random. Idunn, who was getting a headache from all this yelling and slamming pawfists on tables, called out louder than everybeast for silence. ''"All right, just have reds for fourteensies, for my ears' sakes!"

''Everybeast quieted down, nodding and stating that fourteensies seemed fair enough. The aging squirrel sat back down, muttering something before speaking again. ''"Very well then, reds for fourteensies, and we'll go down from there in the usual order. Count 'em up, call 'em out, everybeast."

''Idunn couldn't help but notice how everybeast was counting on thier claws. Even Gledd and the Covis. Idunn had already counted his numbers out by the time most beasts had gotten to five. ''

''A mouse next to him tugged his tunic sleeve. ''"Eh, which number's after twenty-one?"

''Idunn turned to him, blinking. ''"That'd be twenty-two, mate."